🔎 "I'm always gonna be a part of you," Omar murmured, tracing his fingers down her spine. His lips ghosted over her neck, slow and deliberate. "No matter where you go, no matter what happens-you'll feel me there." Kennedi shivered beneath his touch, her heart racing Then-he kissed her. Slow. Final. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Kennedi Wright wasn't looking for love when she met Omar Grant. But from the moment their paths crossed, he was everything she didn't know she needed-charming, protective, intoxicating. Their romance burns fast and bright, pulling her into a love story that feels too perfect to be real. But beneath the surface of the city, something dark is lurking. Black women in D.C. are vanishing-taken while going about their everyday lives. Their bodies are later found mutilated, their voices stolen forever. The city is gripped by fear, but as the police scramble for answers, the killer continues to hunt. Kennedi tells herself she's safe. She has Omar. She has love. But monsters wear many masks. And when the truth comes to light, love turns to horror, trust turns to fear, and survival becomes the only option. ⸻ ⚠ Content Warnings: This book contains themes of violence, murder, stalking, physical and psychological abuse, misogyny, racial violence, sexual situations, pregnancy, and abortion. Reader discretion is advised. Released: 03/15/2025

My mouth flies open, a gasp leaving my lips. Where the beast of a wolf stood now stands a six-foot, sexily toned woman with the most gorgeous silky black hair. Nothing compares to her face, though. Her cheekbones stand high on her face, making her look nothing short of regal. Her eyebrows are thin and sharp, and her mouth has a wicked lilt that makes her look like she is devilishly smirking all the time. This woman could very literally be a supermodel. "MATE," she says, utter dominance leaks into every part of the word. "My name is Tare Bloodborn, Alpha of the blood moon pack." Her gaze pierces into mine with a sort of sharp intellect I hadn't previously credited her for. "You are my mate and you are coming home with me," she says, leaving nothing up for question. That was a direct order, and I can't disobey. I nod, not trusting my voice. I allow my gaze to flick back up from the ground, not daring to reach her eyes again. Because of our proximity, I came face to face with the very first pair of breasts I have ever seen in my life. My mouth drops open, and my face bursts into flames. I am once again reminded that I am standing here, utterly naked, with the most beautifully intimidating woman I have ever seen in my life. I squirm where I stand, my mouth still open with shock. The alpha leans in, making me jump a little. She puts her mouth right on my ear and breathes out, making my whole body go up in a fire-like blush, and a small shudder runs through my spine. "Close that little sinful mouth of yours before I put something in it," she whispers, her voice permeated with lust and a lilt of amusement.

❛𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?❜ ❛𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?❜ ❛𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞.❜ ❛𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭.❜ Ezra Barlowe is unable to paint the way he used to. He thought stopping his medication and spending a year in France would help him, but that has failed and now he's back home with nothing to show for it. Until he meets a certain girl who looked at him the way a painting would. Odessa Greene spends most of her time between school and working as an art model. When she's not posing nude for broke college students, she's being a broke college student. Life is hectic, but she manages to find solace in a boy with shaky hands and glasses thicker than hers. [to put it simply: art, romance, smut, inexperienced guy/experienced girl, submissive male/ gentle fdom. warning: ambiguous ending) started: [2/22] published: [6/13/22] ended: [9/17/22]

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)

❛❛ Oh dear love, we don't go near that door...no one in the flat does...the man that lives behind it is Alexander Solonik. ❜❜ . . . Everyone in the neighbourhood wanted them kicked out for no reason, they were never seen, never heard of and they never open their door. They never left their home. It was almost as if...no one lived inside that house? But-only I saw the little boy who lived there. And only I know about it because my mother would trap me in my room for even making eye contact with them. Started: 18/08/2022 Finished: 31/08/22 This book contains mature scenes! BOOK COVER BY: typinchapters on insta!! RATINGS: # 4 romance out of 2M stories # 13 love out of 2.3M # 1 wattpad

He's the reason everyone locks their doors at night. He's sinister, he's sick. He's the kind of man that people tell their children about, in front of a camp fire on a dark, spooky night. She prays she'll never meet anyone like him. But when she's least expecting it, he'll be expecting her. "You'll be my victim," •A Wednesday 13 story •Horror/Thriller •Mature Content! •Stockholm syndrome Ratings: #1 W13 #1 Wednesday13 #1 JosephPoole #1 mrmotherfucker #1 Murderdolls #13 Wednesday

"Can you do one more for me?" You said that the last three times. He was so sensitive. It was too much; he couldn't take it, couldn't handle it. But he wanted to. He wanted it so bad. You were so soft and your hands were so warm. He was shaking just thinking about how close he was. "Slow down I can't- I can't I'm so close please-" His sentence was cut off by a sob and a broken moan. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he had released again. He didn't even know what he was begging for anymore. It wouldn't matter. You weren't gonna stop until you were satisfied. All he wanted to do was get a quick kill in. He loved watching his victims beg for mercy they were never gonna get. But now he's the one shaking and whimpering underneath someone, begging for mercy he isn't gonna get.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘, the 18-year-old girl who grew up with nothing. Having to work for everything. She started providing for herself at the age of 11-someone who's never experienced love before. Doesn't have a clue what love is and has no intention of feeling it. She doesn't feel anything until him. She wanted him. But she never gets what she wants. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑, the 17-year-old boy who grew up in luxury. Anything he could dream of was at the tip of his finger. He never had to work a day in his life. Always being showered in love. Someone who wants nothing but to find his soulmate. He dreamed of love like his parents. But he doesn't want love with just anyone. He wants her. He wanted to be 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫. And he always gets what he wants.

18 year old Damien Callahoy is your practical high schooler. He's a jerk and basically ignores everyone. But he has a secret. Damien has always been a "mommy's" boy. 18 year old Samantha West(Sammy for short) is basically just a teenager living out her life. She has a secret to tho. Sammy really has a dominant bone in her body not a single submissive one. Read to find out Damien's little secret. (This is mainly in Samantha's pov. Btw) (This is also my first story!)

"Matteo." she whispered, her eyes flitting down for a second to his lips. "My pretty little baby." He touched his thumb to her bottom lip, gently caressing them. "Pretty little vixen trying out seduction, hmm?" Oh my. He hated everyone. Every little thing he came across he hated. He was a cold person, who shut off every type of emotion one could feel. Until one small encounter at the park in the middle of the night with one heck of a strange girl. One strange girl, who managed to do something he never thought would ever happen to him. A strange girl who turned him into someone who he never thought he could be. Her name was Aurora. (Not edited) #1 in Stutter- 02/07/22-20/07/22 #1 in Cutelove- 02/09/22-04/09/22 #1 in Ruthless- 11/09/22-12/09/22 #1 in Adorable-05/10/22-14/10/22 #1 in Innocent-21/10/22-24/10/22 #1 in Shygirl- 1/12/22-6/12/22 #2 in Olderman- 29/03/22